legs in a glass
legs in a bar
legs under the table
legs caressing my legs
legs in my lap
legs in my bed
legs knuckled up
thin legs
full legs
legs from the past
legs for the future
ultimate legs
that will never be
slow legs walking toward me
fast legs walking away
legs in my glass

she was the most beautiful woman
in the theatre,
it was our weekend together
she took a dive in the balcony,
the stairs were too steep
several people helped her up,
i was too far back
it tortured me,
i wasn't there for her

she rose with the dignity
i could never muster
she was the Hero
and the play meant nothing

i treated her with disdain
for the next two days,
it should've been me